untitled, 08-11-2007
for me the wind blows gentle,
a fragile kiss from someone i know i’ll soon
be missing:
sad and lovely, honey and salt
and i’m not ready to let it go.
i smile through tears, cast shadows on
the asphalt;
i glow with sunlight and sparklers;
i soak in the shhh of distant oceans in
the rustle of
trees that nod and bow over the hum
of radiators and
the squeals of little children, the
slam of screen doors.
i want to hug the summer to me, i’ll
wrap myself up in it tight, i’ll
hide under its covers till it’s
daytime,
throw my arms out wide—
sails that hope to catch the breeze and
hope to keep it with them
always.
but all sails know
the fickleness
of wind.
